Rainy Day

I put Shadow on his line so he could go run around the yard this morning; standard daily procedure. He pokes his nose into all the good sniffing places and does his business. I went back inside and did the breakfast dishes. Mom is nocturnal and goes back to bed right after each meal.

Since I had a few minutes to myself before I took Shadow for a run along side my bike, I jumped on the computer and caught up with the email traffic. Its like going fishing online, you never know what will turn up.

I was concentrating pretty hard when I heard this very low whining. It was puppy down underneath my window asking to come in. There was a torrential down pour I was completely oblivious to and the poor little dog was getting wet, not drenched, but just wanted out of the rain. I couldn't think of where my umbrella was so I went out the garage door to fetch the pooch ignoring the deluge. He was hugging the house under the eaves to stay out of the most of it, but when I appeared, he quit whining and started jumping up and down in joy at being rescued from the rain.

I brought him into the garage, grabbed a doggy towel and began a rubdown. he immediately went into "statue mode". This dog loves attention, whether he is being dried after a bath, medicine is being applied or any activity that involves grooming. This guy is a short haired dog and needs little more than a bath and flea treatment. I usually inspect his claws and invariably they are smooth. Running on the concrete keeps them trimmed. He likes the attention and is very accommodating; he lifts his legs to be dried or inspected. He will take a quick sniff to see if there are any stray crumbs hanging about my face, but no, dog, I use a napkin; but thanks for checking.

Once he is dry we go back into my room and he curls up in his crate, his eyes watching my every move. He knows as soon as it is dry we'll be out and about and he'll nap until then.